This choice: The jock feels something in his throat • Go Back... Nick clung desperately to the uvula, the slick, quivering surface beneath his hands threatening to give way. The giant jock’s throat was a tumultuous realm of rippling muscles and swirling punch. Nick could feel the increased intensity of the giant’s swallowing reflex as the giant shifted uncomfortably, trying to clear an inexplicable irritation from his throat.
The giant’s discomfort grew more pronounced with each passing second. Nick could see the muscles of the throat contracting rhythmically, pushing the punch around in violent waves. The thick, pink liquid surged with each contraction, and the uvula quivered in sync with the giant’s agitation. Nick’s grip on the uvula was slipping as the uvula trembled more violently.
“What the hell?” the jock muttered, his voice reverberating like distant thunder in the cavernous space. His throat pulsed erratically, and Nick could feel the jock’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with increasing force. The giant’s face twisted with discomfort, his brows furrowing deeply as he tried to alleviate the sensation.
The jock suddenly leaned back, and Nick was jolted by the abrupt motion. The giant’s hand shot to his throat, his massive fingers pressing and rubbing against the irritation. Nick was thrown into a chaotic whirlpool of punch as the jock’s hand moved over him, the liquid churning violently.
Nick’s world became a dizzying blur as he was caught in the turmoil of the giant’s throat. The sensation was both nauseating and disorienting, as if he were trapped in a storm of liquid and muscle. The walls of the throat seemed to contract and expand with each movement, creating powerful currents that tossed Nick about.
As the jock’s discomfort reached its peak, he tilted his head back and began to hock up a loogie. Nick’s eyes widened in terror as he saw the thick, gooey substance forming at the back of the giant’s throat. The loogie, a viscous and sticky blob, began to inch its way forward, and Nick’s heart raced with fear. The uvula quivered violently under the pressure of the giant’s expulsion.
The giant’s mouth opened wider, and Nick was thrust into the middle of the chaotic expulsion. The loogie, mixed with the punch, surged towards Nick with overwhelming force. Nick felt himself being propelled through the air, his body spinning uncontrollably as he was carried along with the thick, gooey mass.
With a sudden, explosive burst, the loogie and the punch were expelled from the giant’s mouth. Nick was hurled out in a viscous stream, tumbling end over end before landing with a splat onto a crumpled napkin. The impact was jarring, and Nick lay dazed on the napkin, the mixture of punch and mucus clinging to his body.
Nick gasped for air, his breaths coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The napkin beneath him was damp and sticky, and he could feel the cold residue of the punch seeping into his clothes. The giant jock’s face loomed above him, and Nick could see the giant’s astonished expression as he peered down at the napkin.
The jock’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “What the—?” he exclaimed, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Nick could feel the vibrations of the giant’s voice through the napkin, and he looked up to see the giant’s massive fingers hovering above him. The shadow of the giant’s hand cast a dark pall over Nick as the jock carefully reached out.
The giant’s fingers, colossal and trembling slightly, curled around the edges of the napkin. Nick’s heart pounded as he was lifted into the air, the napkin swaying gently with each movement of the giant’s hand. The giant’s gaze was fixed intently on Nick, a mixture of fascination and concern etched across his features.
Nick’s world was a dizzying panorama of towering fingers and shifting shadows as he was elevated. He could see the giant’s puzzled expression up close, the features of the jock’s face magnified and detailed. The giant’s curiosity seemed to grow as he continued to scrutinize the tiny figure on the napkin.
Nick knew he had to seize this opportunity. “Help me!” he shouted with all his might, his voice barely more than a whisper to the giant’s enormous ears. “Please, I’m not supposed to be this small!”
The giant’s eyes widened further, and he stared at Nick in stunned silence. The realization of what he was seeing began to sink in, and the giant’s expression softened with a hint of empathy. He carefully placed the napkin back onto the table, setting it down gently to avoid further jostling.
Nick, now on the napkin, took a deep breath and prepared to explain his situation. The giant’s curiosity had provided an unexpected chance for communication, and Nick was determined to make the most of it. As the giant continued to look on with a mixture of confusion and concern, Nick readied himself to plead for assistance and explain his predicament, hoping that this encounter would lead to a solution and a way to return to his normal size.
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